To those who learn from the mistakes of others… I dedicate this to you…
In my last blog, I told you all about how I had completed my 50km peak training run and how it all went amazingly well, with the exception of a niggle on the lateral side of my knee. To be honest, that niggle was actually a bit more than a niggle at the time; I was actually in a fair amount of pain. In hindsight, getting my friends to pick me up at Piha (as opposed to Bethells) would have been a great idea but, me being me, I thought I knew better. Rookie move huh?! Turns out that I was overconfident and under-educated. I knew that I could deal with the pain for another 17 or 18km, but what I didn’t consider was that – as much as I wanted to hit the 50km mark – this was only a training run, not the race itself.
After a suitable rest and recovery period in the days following this run, by Friday my knee felt like it was back to normal. I set out for a 24km run on the Saturday…consisting of a few slow and easy laps of the Air Force Base Auckland’s perimeter. At about the 7km mark I was experiencing pain at a level similar to what I was experiencing at the end of the 50km run. At 11km I k
new that it wasn’t going to be any good for my knee if I continued to run on it for another 13km, so after walking/ shuffling the rest of that lap, I had to call it a day.
Unfortunately this got me a little down both physically and mentally. I spent Sunday hobbling around home with icepacks strapped to my knee feeling sorry for myself (yep males also do this at the best of times girls!) and on Monday I made an appointment to see one of the (awesome) physiotherapists who work at the Air Force Base’s medical facility. Within minutes of seeing them I was told that it was Iliotibial Band Syndrome (ITBS) – bugger. They proceeded to shave my leg (!!!), applied some K-tape to help off-load the IT Band (and a niggly patella) and I also got given a course of Ibuprofen to reduce any inflammation. Then came the worst bits: no running until we see you in a week and there’s no guarantees that you’ll be able to compete on the 25th. Double and triple bugger.
Never one to give up when the going gets tough, I’m committed to punch on until I’m specifically told to stop by the physios. If I can’t run this week then I’ll stretch, foam roll and cross train my little heart out instead! The team at Top Notch Massage Therapy will probably do alright out of me too!
To all of you fellow runners out there – I’ve got a couple of morals for this particular story which may prevent shaved legs or broken hearts…
- Training plans rock (and of course, keep you on track) however for the sake and potential risk of aggravating an injury, sometimes you have to make sacrifices or change the plan ever so slightly. We all know that everyday life can get in the way too, so just remain adaptable and – as always – the ‘common sense rule’ applies.
- However frustrating setbacks and injuries are, sometimes these are caused by factors beyond our control. Therefore, we must keep our heads high, stay positive and hold on to the hope that we will get through it…the better that you can do this, the better you will perform on race day (or even throughout life in general). Which closely ties to the third point….
- No matter what, keep your head in the game. Remember why you signed up for this race – think about how much it means to you and how much you want to achieve this goal!!